Changing of the Guard
In the mezzo part of    last night,     an early spring rain      was having a quiet       tete-a-tete with        the weary snow,   a checking in,    an any new rules    this season     kind of      pillow talk
As the hour passed,  their heart to heart  joined the clock's   nightly rhythmic score  and began to   drum a lovely loneliness    into the     threshold    of a      dream by Katrin Talbot











